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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Sleep eludes me

like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend

Hint of spring

Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.

College midterms

She calls, panicked, freaked.
Can’t breathe, can’t focus, can’t write.
I soothe, long distance.

Hair stylist issues

Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?

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Neglected, ignored.
Like faithful dogs, blogs wait for
their masters’ return.

 

 

Last day of 16

Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.

Hoarders on A&E

What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.

Ocean waves

I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.

Driving to Chicago

90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.

Second city

Unlike cold New York
you smile, take in all comers
with your midwest charm.